Lanzarote in Lycra

The bright spot was a delivery of photos from the ever creative Middleman. A record of the roads we’d cycled last month. Well, the ones he’d cycled and that I’d crawled and whimpered along.

Funnily enough, I realised I haven’t been on my bike since then. Maybe it was even more traumatic than I thought.

In other news, the lurgy decided it would visit my stomach. I’ve decided to reach for the Springbank and show it who’s boss.